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Saturday, 14 September 2013

After over two decades
of voluntary absence by reason of a youthful disillusionment, some unresolved conflicts,
the unspecified dread of authority and unwarranted intrusion one begins to have
some consideration.

Nostalgia has never
really been an emotion that has found a safe harbour in ones thinking, however there
is a need to do certain things for which the passage of time brings the possibility
of things that may not be retrievable if they occur before action is taken.

Not being one of great
means if any means at all there are no options to exercise to fulfil that desire
as at yet.

Adrift and aloof

Absence has not made
the heart grow fonder, it has only created a greater sense of indifference in some
instances and resentment in others, most of the time it is one of diminishing affinity
to the ones that once mattered but maybe just not enough.

Lives have drifted apart
too much, the thinking too divergent to find consonance and many decisions tend
towards conflict than agreement because of differences that probably will never
be properly understood outside of what and where they are.

In the circumstances,
there is every possibility that the younger will not outlast the older, for beyond
going astray, he might well be lost and dangerously difficult to find.

Again to arrive

Home is in many different
places, of where people are and where the nativity was, but the roots are hardly
fast in the ground, they have become a thing of the mind, a convenience of comfort
where one might want to be.

To return is incubating,
the thoughts are forming, the dreams are aligning, the possibility is looming, and
a place one once knew might well be seen again soon. Preparation starts with the
mind.